Not far away, a burly strong man, dressed strangely, like a berserker.

Lanier narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Tonight is really going to be very lively, compared to the three of Lu Feng, this guy is the most difficult bone to gnaw.

But it doesn't matter, since it's a game, it's fun to be exciting, and a boring game loses its meaning.

Built to be a berserker, Lanier had already guessed who it was.

The top agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. special operations, Andrew, a potential person who really stands at the eighth level, a power-type berserker.

Even the eighth-level potential has come out, and S.H.I.E.L.D. is also thinking about it.

"Mr. Andrew, welcome."

Seeing that Lanier recognized him, Andrew's pupils shrank slightly, and he regained his composure in the next second, "Lanier, this is the United States." ”

"I know, so what?" Lanier said calmly.

Andrew frowned, "I don't care if this name is your real name or a code name, it threatens the national security of the United States, and you are my enemy." ”

Lanier motioned for Andrew to continue, sipping leisurely.

"I won't care if you are anywhere else, Boston is one of the most important cities in the United States, killing me so many people in S.H.I.E.L.D., you stepped on that line."

This time, Lanier laughed, laughing out loud.

He smiled, and Andrew frowned again.

"You people are really ridiculous, are you the ones who have been in power for too long, and you really think of yourself as omnipotent?" Lanier's eyes lit up with disgust.

Putting down the glass and standing up, the smile on his face quickly disappeared and was replaced by a gloomy one.

"Why can you make rules, why can you do whatever you want around the world in the name of peace, is S.H.I.E.L.D. really so powerful that it has no scruples?"

Lanier looked directly at Andrew and snorted coldly, "That's right, this world is the survival of the fittest, but your S.H.I.E.L.D.'s consistent superior mentality is really disgusting." ”

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has eyes and hands, and a huge state apparatus behind it is the backing of it, and your so-called justice is just an excuse for your greed.

"Fack!" Andrew scolded.

Lanier was not at all intimidated by Andrew's anger, and let out a soft breath, "To tell you the truth, I came to the United States on purpose, and I deliberately let you capture some clues." ”

Taking a sip from his glass, Lanier regained his composure, "I just want to give S.H.I.E.L.D. a sense of frustration that you are not gods, just a bunch of self-righteous bugs. ”

If some clues weren't deliberately released, even S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence system wouldn't be able to detect it.

It's not so much that Lanier is crazy, it's that he's tired of S.H.I.E.L.D.

S.H.I.E.L.D., THE number one secret service organization in the United States, has their shadows all over the world, and they have to intervene in everything, causing far more killing and harm than others.

"Your Excellency Andrew, an eighth-level potentialist, are you really here for the so-called justice?" Lanier glanced lightly at the working Quantum Collider.

The people who come out to run errands are different from the high-level, the errand runners always only know how to carry out orders, and the high-level thinks about interests.

Andrew, an eighth-level potentialist, has come out to move, and it is by no means just going to destroy them, maybe the focus is not on destroying, but on getting his hands on what he has studied.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s forcible robbery is well-known in the world, and it is not unusual.

"Now that you know, I don't want to talk nonsense, leave now, and I'll let you live." Andrew relaxes his nerves.

An eighth-level potentialist, he has enough foundation.

"You're confident."

Airplanes!

There was a slight buzz above the fist, and a faint hint of fiery red could be seen.

"Qualitative to thermal energy, very violent power, worthy of being one of the powerhouses of S.H.I.E.L.D., but ......" Lanier's eyes suddenly burst into light, "Your calculation is wrong." ”

Crunch crunch.

Right next to Lanier, a strange-looking figure slowly stood up, followed by the crunch of bones.

The body, which originally looked staggered, just bulged up.

"Rank 8 Berserker, I love it, I crave your power, quack...... Hahaha......"

In the midst of the wild laughter, the strange man was covered in a green halo.

Shaman!

Andrew's nerves tensed instantly, and he didn't dare to let his guard down.

He had heard of the legends of shamans, who were rare but terrifying.

In fact, it is also a type of potential, but in a special way it changes the form of power.

Just like the members of the S.H.I.E.L.D. special operations team, under the premise of tempering their own bodies and breaking through the potential of the human body, they will also stimulate and qualitatively change their strength through physical chemistry.

Blue Electric Energy is not afraid of electricity, and even manipulates it, Peter can condense the wind and turn it into a sharp blade, while he Andrew can control the heat.

To put it bluntly, it's just that the control of power has reached another level.

There are many names for this kind of person, potential, super soldier, and ability.

But everything is the same, and it is nothing more than a human being who has mastered great power.

"Wuman, I want to live."

The shaman named Wuman stuck out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, his eyes were unusually greedy, "It's really a pity that Lanier won't let you die." ”

Shout!

As soon as the words fell, Wu Man moved, and the trajectory of his movement was very strange.

"Dreaming."

Soaring.

Andrew's body was rolling with powerful power fluctuations, and his whole body began to linger with red and white light, and the power of heat energy blessed his body, facing the attack.

Level 8 potential people are not intimidating, even if this shaman wizard is very difficult to deal with.

Without a fight, no one knows whether to win or lose.

On the other side, Lan Dian successfully killed four people, counting the masters killed in the building, there were no less than ten people who died in his hands, and he was indeed qualified to be called one of the powerhouses of S.H.I.E.L.D.

However, a lot of consumption and scars on the body are not easy at the moment.

Andrew!

Even Andrew came.

Lan Deng didn't dare to relax, because there was someone fighting Andrew, which was very terrifying and weird.

Look at Lance and the Chinese man, they were surrounded and killed by a large number of strong men, and they were scarred.

"Get out!"

Lu Feng roared wildly, his hands turned into sharp claws, and the black qi that lingered on his body became even thicker.

With so many seventh-level powerhouses besieging and killing, explosive power alone is not enough, and the Dark Demon Source is the only force that can counterbalance.

"It's getting more and more interesting, hehe, hahaha."

Three people, no, it's all of them!

A Dark Demon Source owner, a Level 5 Energy Field Warrior, one controls electricity, one controls heat energy, plus a Level 7 Lance.

If you turn everyone into your own weapons, you'll be lucky this time.

(End of chapter)